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- Sergeant Harry Wells: Now listen up, I wanna make this quick, and to the point, 'cos just like you all I want to do is get home, jump into a warm bed with a nice hot woman and watch the footy.
- Sergeant Harry Wells: We are now up against live, hostile targets. So, if Little Red Riding Hood should show up with a bazooka and a bad attitude, I expect you to chin the bitch.
- [Cooper tries to push Wells' intestines back into his stomach]
- Sergeant Harry Wells: My guts are out Coop!
- Cooper: We'll just put 'em back in then!
- Sergeant Harry Wells: They're not gonna fucking fit!
- Cooper: Of course they'll fit, man!
- Cooper: Werewolves spend most of their time in human form, right? And the only people for miles around live right here.
- Spoon: So these things aren't about to give up the fight and go home...
- Cooper: They ARE home.
- Sgt. Harry Wells: Yeah, that makes perfect sense. I mean, think about it. We bust into their house, we eat all their porridge, we sleep in their fucking beds. No wonder they're pissed.
- [Cooper is trying to stitch up Wells's wounds]
- Sergeant Harry Wells: Cooper, knock me out. HIT ME.
- [Cooper hits him]
- Sergeant Harry Wells: I said knock me out, you fuckin' pussy.
- Cooper: Go on then Bruce, what scares you?
- Bruce: The self-destructive nature of the human condition.
- Spoon: You're just taking the piss now.
- Cooper: What about you, Spoon?
- Spoon: Castration.
- Cooper: There's no argument there. Joe?
- Joe: Only one thing guaranteed to put the shits up me: a penalty shoot-out.
- Cooper: Figures. Terry?
- Terry: Watching a penalty shoot-out... with Joe.
- Bruce: What about you, Coop?
- Cooper: Spiders. And women. And... spider-women.
- Wells: If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya. Because we're firing blanks doesn't mean we have to be thinking nice thoughts. So you remember, you keep the fire down, right, you get stuck in and you kick their fucking teeth out, or I guarantee you, Joe, they will be eating your bollocks for breakfast, sunshine.
- Terry: Hard-boiled or fried, Sarge?
- Wells: Scrambled.
- Sergeant Harry Wells: I just didn't make it out this time, that's all. When I signed my life away on that dotted line, I fucking meant it. I am a *professional soldier*.
- Sergeant Harry Wells: I am not breaking radio silence just cos' you lot got spooked by a dead flying fucking cow.
- [Megan is turning into a werewolf]
- Megan: [to Cooper] You may think all women are bitches... but I'm the real thing.
- Spoon: So this bloke walks into a pub right, with a little dog under his arm. Puts it down on the bar, goes and sits down. The bar-tender's lookin' at him thinking "what the fuckin' hell's goin' on here?". Then he looks back at the dog, and to his surprise the dog turns around and...
- [Dead cow drops into camp]
- Cooper: Fuckin' cow.
- Spoon: Fuckin' hell.
- [Terry fires at it]
- Wells: Cease fire, Terry. Cease fire.
- Joe: Terry, what the hell are you doin'? You're firing blanks man.
- Wells: Is everyone all right? Is everyone OK?
- Spoon: Nah, man, I think I've shit meself.
- Sergeant Wells: You know the little things that make your skin crawl, and the hair stand up on the back of your neck?
- Joe: You mean like Spoon?
- [indicating his rapidly healed stomach wound]
- Sergeant Harry Wells: You cannot tell me that is fucking normal.
- Cooper: Sweeping patrols between each of these bunkers - they'll have the whole sector wrapped tighter than an Eskimo's nad-sac.
- [Cooper has just stabbed Ryan with the PURE silver dagger and is pointing his HP Browning at Ryan's forehead]
- Cooper: Do you think it's all over? It is now.
- [Homage to 3 Little pigs & The Shining]
- Spoon: Little pigs, little pigs, we've come to nick ya video.
- [Joe watching the cow roasting on the fire]
- Joe: Is anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?
- Bruce: You are joking aren't you?
- Spoon: You fuckin' animal.
- Joe: Yea, you're all thinking the same thing aren't you?
- Spoon: Mmmm.
- Joe: Right lads, how do ya like your steak done?
- Wells: You bunch of dirty bloody savages. You lot make me sick. God.
- [Wells trapped in the toilet by attacking werewolves]
- Cooper: Sarge. Sarge?
- Sergeant Harry Wells: I'M IN THE KHAZI.
- Cooper: Well, Ryan, you heard the score. Maybe one or two of us'll make it through this, but I don't care much for our chances. D'you like football?
- Ryan: What? "They think it's all over", and all that crap? No I don't.
- Cooper: Yeah, well Joe, you remember Joe? He liked football. He fuckin' lived for it.
- Ryan: Is this relevant?
- Cooper: He missed the most important match of his life for this bullshit exercise, and now he's dead along with two other mates I'd have rightfully given my right arm for. Too fuckin' right it's relevant.
- Spoon: [walking upstairs upon first entering the house] Little pigs, Little pigs, we've come to nick your video.
- Joe: This is bone. This is so fucking bone.
- Cooper: Anything else?
- Megan: Yeah. What does 'bone' mean?
- Spoon: Bone; Bollocks, naff.
- Joe: Not. Very. Good.
- Megan: Right. Anything else I should know?
- Cooper: Call signs. You need to be specific. Upstairs you've got Sergeant Wells who you seem to know inside and out by now. Over there you've got Spoon, the vomiting cavalier is Terry, and the big guy with the axe is Joe.
- Megan: Every month, when the moon is full, they hunt as a team. Dedicated to the kill. During that time, at least fifteen people have vanished. Hikers mostly. In small groups or alone. They're caught out in the open, hunted down, torn apart and devoured. I've never witness the actual slaughter, but the next day, no bodies, no werewolves, just blood.
- Sergeant Wells: Natural causes, my arse.
- Sergeant Harry Wells: [referring to the possibility that he is now a werewolf] With Ryan it onlt took a couple of hours mate. It's a full moon. I don't know, maybe it's like when you need to take a piss or something, I don't know. When you gotta go, you gotta fucking go.
- Cooper: Yea, well maybe it's more like needing a shite. Just cos you need one doesn't mean you drop your kegs and pinch one off. Anyway, fuck Ryan. Shifty bastard could've been one of those things from the start.
- [Drunk, having been given whiskey as a pain killer]
- Sergeant Harry Wells: Absolutely fucking top fucking bollocks!